(Vlade’s P.O. V)
“Do you think this will work?” Flint adjusted his bow tie and took a deep breath in.
“If Winsor gets his claws on you then we confirm that our plan has not materialised the way it was supposed to be,” I replied with a hint of humour that wasn’t taken by him in the right sense.
“I’m an exorcist, no demon can dare touch me,” he blew the strands of hair that fell over his forehead.
“Wow, that’s awesome, I think you should replace Zaphara then,” I remarked.
Flint was about to argue when suddenly the host of the evening made an announcement and interrupted us. “The auction will commence in five minutes, please take your seats!”
“We’ll continue this some other time,” I said in one breath and looked at the others who had come to the auction.
“I’ll be waiting…” Flint narr
